Through Arizona to San Diego 173' 



the California black-bellied plover, and great num- 

 bers of the horned grebe. I killed two of them, 

 and left them with Mr. Murray, as I carried my 

 gun when I went to the fort for our provisions, 

 which were stored in old hide warehouses. The 

 traffic in hides and jerked beef has been for many 

 years the great industry at this place. 



I rode on to our camp in the rain, the first we 

 had had for some weeks, and though now cold, 

 and chilling us to the bone, we would have given 

 worlds for it a short time previously, whilst cross- 

 ing the dreary desert. 



